Sometimes on winter nights,
I want to go outside and walk in the moonlight
And feel the snowflakes on my face
As I continue walking into their warm embrace,
Lost amidst the frozen glow
As the welcoming north wind continues to blow
I'd walk further into the snow
Until I was lost to all others' sight
And became less than a shape in the night.
I'd happily succumb to Winter's lace
and disappear without a trace.
For a Winter's night is a frozen escape
that I'd consider warm
Next to my mind's bitter landscape.
'Tis better for me to be gone before morn,
Alone in a frozen expanse,
Than for my chilling cold to have the chance
To leech the heat from others' hands.
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Letters to the Sun
PoetryAn anthology of my poetry. Some of them are focused on depression, so fair warning.